I wasn't going to write about my Wednesday after-school yoga class for teachers. The one where the teachers come in quietly, spread their mats out, and breathe. Or pass out, depending on how their week is going. Except today we had a small hitch in the git-along; auditions were being held for the 4th grade talent show in our usual room.
Like good yogis, we didn't make a fuss. We simply moved into the music teacher's room, shuffled some chairs around, and brought our attention to the breath. We were doing okay, inhale up, fending off the voices on the other side of the door, exhale fold forward, until some kid starting banging on a drum. Not sure whether to laugh, cry, or scream, we opted for laughter. Bringing hands to heart center. I may have muttered something about kicking somebody's butt, as we pushed up into downward facing dog. But that doesn't sound like me, does it?
Miraculously, things quieted down when we came to the final resting pose of the class, savasana. (Unlike the afternoon we had to use the gym and the industrial fan roared like planes flying over head the whole time. But this group didn't care; I'm pretty sure they'd do yoga in the parking lot, if they had to.)
Anyway, I wasn't going to write about any of this. I thought I was too tired. But the fingers start tapping and the stories want some air time, so here we are. This was the quote I shared with the class today. Seems like a good fit.
Finish every day and be done with it. You
have done what you could. Some blunders
and absurdities crept in. Forget them as
soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day;
you should begin it serenely and with too
high a spirit to be encumbered with your
- Ralph Waldo Emerson